It was a sunny day in the
quaint district of Tokyo called Nerima. The sunny day put the
residents' hair on end. This district was known for
unpredictability and being predictable was the only thing one
wouldn't predict – if that makes any sense. The forecasters
predicted a sunny day and that was what today was. It was strange,
for even the weather was unpredictable in Nerima. The forecaster
could even say the opposite of what he was told by the weather
service – which some bold ones have done –and it would still be
the opposite of he said. Overall, what one thinks would happen often
is the opposite of what will. So it was this day that this trend was
broken. It gave this day the feel of something different than what is
should have been. They did not know why or how, they just knew. The
residents of the Tendo Dojo had no clue that this sudden predictable
weather – as odd as it sounds – would forever change their lives
today, in a way that fate had not planned.

"Mr. Tendo your mail!"

In the Tendo Dojo, Soun
Tendo went to the door and accepted his mail. He went into the den
and flipped through the letters.

"Bill. Bill. Bill.
Advertisement..." Soun trashed that one. Who read those anyway? He
absently wondered why they still sent those. He set the bills on the
table and sat down. In his hand there was one postcard with a picture
of a panda on the back. Soun read the letter:

Hi.

Bringing Ranma from
China.

-Saotome.

Soun Tendo began to weep.
"R-Ranma?! Coming here?" He shook with joy. "How I've waited
for this day!"

Soun quickly stood and
began briskly walking through the house looking for his daughters. He
entered the kitchen to find his eldest daughter.

"Kasumi!!"

"Yes, Father?" The
girl with dark brown hair in a ponytail and deep brown eyes answered.
She was dressed in a modest dress with an apron over it as she
prepared a snack of watermelons.

"Nabiki!!" Soun called
as he headed upstairs, finding his middle daughter with the light
brown eyes and a bowl cut of brown hair. She was dressed in cutoff
shorts and a tank top.

"Mm?" Nabiki answered.

"Akane!!" Soun called
throughout the house, searching for his youngest daughter.

"Where is that girl?"

The aforementioned girl
was taking her daily jog, shortly returning to the dojo that she
called home. She quickly came in and donned her Martial Arts gi and
headed for the dojo. She pulled two cinderblocks and set them on
wood. She took a deep breath and...

"KYAAAAAAH!" The girl
named Akane screamed, as the cinder became so much rubble.

She wiped her forehead of
sweat.

"Ah, that was nice."

That was when the girl
with the bowl cut approached. "Ah, there you are go again, Akane."
She looked down at the rubble left in Akane's wake. "No wonder
all the boys think you're weird."

The raven-haired youngest
daughter turned her head back towards her older sister. "So why
should I care? Not everybody thinks the world revolves around BOYS,
Nabiki."

"No?" Nabiki said
nonchalantly in a voice that said, 'you think so?' "Well I
guess this wouldn't interest you then."

"Inazuke?" The sisters
said in surround sound.

"Yes, the son of a very
good friend of mine. His name is Ranma Saotome," spoke the deep
voice of an older man, their father. "If one of you girls were to
marry him, and carry on this training hall...then the Tendo family
legacy would be secure."

All this talk of marrying
a man who they didn't even know rubbed the youngest daughter the
wrong way. "Wait a minute! Don't we have some say in who
we marry?"

The eldest sister with her
long brown hair in a ponytail agreed. "Akane's right Father. We
haven't even met this Ranma."

Soun smiled
conspiratorially at his daughters like he had a secret he couldn't
keep to himself. "That's easily fixed."

Meanwhile...

A boy and his father duked
it out on the streets of Nerima, the common folk going about their
daily business turned an eye towards the two fighting men. A heavyset
man in a Martial Arts dogi and a kerchief covering his possibly bald
head was chasing a boy who was dressed in a Chinese shirt and a loose
pants tied to his ankles.

"Yo! Cut that OUT!"
The young boy knocked the man with a kick to the jaw. He skidded down
the street. The middle-aged man spit a little blood out and assumed a
stance. The boy did the same.

"Your move," the boy
said. He dodged the rain of fists and spoke while doing it. "Well I
still say the whole things sucks!" The boy caught an overextended
fist, "Picking my inazuke for me without even asking!"

The heavyset man was
introduced first to flight, then to landing – on concrete.

"But boy! This was
decided long before you were born!"

The young boy steamed.
"So? I'm going back to China! Suck on that, old man." The boy
retrieved his pack. That was when the old man decided the boy needed
endurance training on his skull with a nearby street sign. The
onlookers gasped.

The girl with the bowl cut
was beaming. She hadn't heard anything bad yet. Only... "Is he
cute?"

The eldest daughter put
her own two cents in. "How old is he? Younger men bore me."

Kasumi and Nabiki
continued their bombardment of questions in stereo, "Just what kind
of guy is this Ranma?"

The middle-aged father
gave a deep laugh from his belly. "Ha, ha, ha!" Suddenly his
expression turned dead serious. "I have no idea."

Nabiki leaned in towards
his face, giving him an incredible look. "No idea?"

"I've never met him."

Suddenly a young, but deep
boy's voice cut through the air. "Leggo ya old fool!" They all
looked towards the entrance where sounds of scuffling were coming
from.

Kasumi stated the obvious.
"We have visitors!"

Nabiki was the first to
dash towards the door with her Father on her heels. She squealed like
a schoolgirl – which you could say she was – "Oooo! It must be
Ranma!" Her father followed up, "Saotome, my friend! We've been
waiting!"

Kasumi followed quietly,
adjusting her hair as she hoped it was an older boy. Akane was right
behind her, feeling depressed that all this commotion was about the
only thing that she was not only uninterested in, but despised –
boys.

Nabiki and her father
found a wide middle-aged with a young boy on his shoulder in a
fireman's carry.

"Ranma!?" Nabiki
bubbled, wondering if this was the boy.

"Saotome-kun!?" Soun
bellowed at the older man, looking just like the friend from his
youth with a few more lines and a little more weight.

"Tendo-kun?!" The boy
was dropped as the old men embraced, weeping in each other's arms.
"It's been too long, old friend!"

Soun patted his friend's
back, "Too long indeed!"

The young boy in the red
Chinese shirt scowled at the old men from his sitting position on his
bottom. Nabiki's sisters stopped short behind her, watching.

"So," the girl with
the bowl cut said with appraising eyes, "You're him? Ranma?"

The boy turned his
attention to the girl, noting the girls behind her. He gave them a
once over so fast that only Nabiki noticed because his eyes were on
her last. He assessed their skill by habit, cataloging size and shape
and poise like he would an enemy. The shortest one with black hair
had the most skill, but still far from him. Strength appeared to be
her forte. The other two girls seemed to have some training, being
agile and light on their feet compared to normal people. He figured
they were possibly out of practice simple black belts. The girl was
probably on a dan or three and in practice. He noted the only one
that showed interest was the girl with the bowl cut before him. The
tallest one only showed curiosity while the short one showed
animosity.

"Yes, I'm Saotome
Ranma. Nice to meetcha."

Nabiki giggled. "Same
here. I'm Nabiki and..." Nabiki waved her hands towards her
sisters as if they were something that just needed to be noted,
nothing more. She continued, "...my sisters, Kasumi and Akane."

Ranma's face fell into
an apprehensive look and he locked eyes with every girl. The tallest
girl with the ponytail looked like she was awaiting the guillotine
and the girl with the raven hair looked at him with a look, 'don't
you DARE.' His eyes fell finally on Nabiki who looked thoughtful
for a moment before focusing her entire attention on him. She smiled
at him devilishly. He became nervous. She offered him a hand up, and
he took it to be polite. She continued to hold his hand after he
stood, then turning towards her father. "I'll take him." Akane
and Kasumi sighed in relief. Soun and Genma beamed. "Our schools
will be united at last!"

Kasumi sighed, and went to
prepare the guestroom and start on dinner. Akane eyed the boy that
her sister held hands with. "I hear you practice a little Martial
Arts. Why don't we spar in the dojo – see how good you are?"

Nabiki frowned at her
sister before looking thoughtful. A smile formed on her face.

"Come on, Ranma-kun,
lets see how good you are. My sister is the best in school and
district."

Ranma raised an eyebrow.
"Really? There must not be much competition here." He didn't
think someone of her level would be considered that well. Then again
Ranma didn't realize he only mixed only with the best.

Akane began fuming.
Nabiki's gawked at Ranma before her expression turned neutral. "Why
do you say that Saotome?" She didn't call him by his first name.
As far as Nabiki could tell, he just insulted her sister.

"Well, because I haven't
fought someone of that level in a while. I surpassed it a few years
ago. But then again, I am training to be the best! I've been doing
Martial Arts since I would walk. Kata's since I could run."

Nabiki raised an eyebrow
to him, looking him up and down as if to weigh his words with his
appearance. He looked like a normal, if about twice in shape as the
star of the football team, boy.

Ranma noticed her look. He
continued, "I might seem a little mean, but...I guess it might
just be because am training to be the best so I only fight the best."

Akane choose this moment
to speak. "FINE! We'll see how good you are in the dojo!" She
stomped off.

Nabiki looked at Ranma
thoughtfully. "First thing, I'm fixing that insensitive mouth of
yours. Anyway, how can you tell how good she is – you haven't
even fought yet."

"It is an ability you
learn to do as you progress through the art. Like sensei's have
told me, learning the art is like learning a whole new way to move.
Old habits are broken, new ones formed. A well trained Martial
Artist would move different than an untrained person. Not to mention
I've trained under many different sensei." He said informatively
before he spat indignantly. "Hey! I speak jus' fine!"

(A/N: The different way to
move comment is something that my teacher in kung fu told me
repeatedly in my short time taking it. I mean, someone of Ranma's
level would obviously breath different, walk different be on their
toes so to speak and their movements should be a lot more
precise, comfortable/confident, and without waste.)

"You speak like a
uneducated thug. You went to school right?"

"Um...Most of middle
school."

Nabiki began to frown.
"Don't tell me you were on the road most of your life."

Ranma scratched the back
of his head with the hand she wasn't holding. He chuckled
nervously, "heh, heh. Ya see, about that..."

"Well, I'm not only
fixing your insensitivity and manners, I'm going to have to cram
some knowledge into that thick head." Nabiki scowled at him before
yanking his hand. "Come on. Let's see if you're as hot stuff as
you say."

Nabiki walked with Ranma
into the dojo, where Akane was kicking and punching at an imaginary
foe viscously to vent anger. She stopped and narrowed her eyes at
him.

"Don't worry, I'll
go easy on you."

"No need."

Nabiki sat against the
wall near the entrance. Ranma was definitely sure of himself. He
hasn't even taken up a stance – his arms are still behind his
back.

Akane did a few testing
punches to test Ranma's defense, which he dodged without moving his
feet. When she began to add kicks into the mix he finally moved a
little, jumping and ducking playfully.

"What are you waiting
for?! Attack me!"

"I don't hit girls."
He stated as if it was a fact, not a preference.

"What? Am I too weak?"

Ranma answered the way he
saw taught. "Well...you're a girl."

Akane scowled at him.
"I'll show you! This time for real!"

She charged him with a
heavily telegraphed haymaker, which he nimbly jumped over, springing
off the wall to flip and land behind her. He tapped her head.

She growled. She swung her
extended arm around to hit Ranma behind her.

"Hit me!" She
screamed, as he jumped and landed on her arm.

Ranma's eyes widened in
genuine appraisal. "Woah! You ain't weak, is ya? You can carry my
whole weight on your arm. However," Ranma began and his expression
became cold and serious like a sensei as he continued, "Strength is
nothing if you're too slow to hit your enemy." Ranma embedded his
foot in the wall next to Akane's head, her eyes became wide – she
didn't even see his foot move. He leaned in from his perch between
Akane's arm and wall, putting them face to face. He gave her look
to show he was serious. She was too shocked to get angry. He lifted
his foot from her arm, using the one in the wall for leverage, and
lightly kicked – more like pushed – her behind the shoulder,
throwing her off balance. She caught herself with her hands on the
floor as she kneeled.

Ranma's untrapped foot
landed on the floor and he withdrew the one embedded in the wall. He
bowed to her back and walked towards the door where Nabiki was
staring. "Do some speed training. You've got plenty of strength
for now."

Ranma walked out, Nabiki
following after one last look back.

Akane was lost in thought.
I can't believe this...this boy comes out of the woodwork and
defeats me like I'm standing still. Akane was so angry that a
BOY of all things defeated her. But she continued thinking. But he
did give me helpful advice and show me I've still got a way to go
in the art. I'd thought I was one of the best, I guess I was
mistaken. That's probably why he's better, he never stopped or
slowed his training. I've become stagnate. I'll show him though.
I'll start training harder than ever. Speed training, eh? I'll
start it right way – but how do I speed train?

Kasumi met them at the
door from the dojo. "Let me show you where you'll be staying."

Ranma picked up his pack
and followed Nabiki and Kasumi to the guestroom. He dropped his pack
on the floor.

"Well this is your room.
Here." Kasumi handed him some towels.

"Um, No, that's okay."

Kasumi answered firmly.
"No it's not! You must be all sweaty from your workout."

"Okay." Ranma said
reluctantly. It really wasn't much of a workout, but he would like
a real bath in a furo instead of a stream.

Nabiki smirked. "I'll
show you were it is." She took his hand and led him to the furo.
Kasumi shook her head as she watched them leave. Nabiki was just
dying for a boyfriend and he comes along. I hope she doesn't over
do it.

Nabiki opened the door and
pulled him in. She walked towards the door but turned and watched
him. Ranma took off his shirt facing the inner door with his back to
Nabiki, and threw it on the washer. He looked back at Nabiki who was
appraising his musculature. "Do you mind?"

"No, not at all."

Ranma scowled at her.
"Okay, Okay, I'll leave." She walked out the door. Ranma made
sure he heard her walk down the hall before he finished disrobing. He
entered the bathroom, sitting on a stool, and did a rinse in cold
water. He became a vivacious redhead more than a head shorter. She
shook out her wet hair. She lathered up and then used the showerhead
on the hose to rinse off with warm water. He squeezed some shampoo in
his hair from the bottle and began to wash his hair.

Akane was in the entryway
to the bathroom all sweaty from her workout. She threw off her dogi
and undergarments. She took the ribbon out of her hair and sighed. It
felt good to get out of that sweaty clothing.

Akane opened the inner
door to the furo and saw Ranma washing his hair. His eyes widened as
if he just realized something and he turned to see her standing
looking at him. He had sensed her presence. They stared at each
other for an indeterminable amount of time.

Akane looked down at
Ranma's open legs on the stool. Her expression never changed as she
watched him obviously begin to enjoy the show she was giving him. She
felt the same stirring herself but denied its presence, ignoring it.
She closed the door and turned away. She slid down to a sitting
position and leaned against the door, rubbing her temples.

When Akane left, Ranma
looked down and blushed. It took him a few moments before he
continued lathering his hair absently.

Nabiki was smirking as she
entered the changing room with a bathing suit on. She was somewhat
lost as to what to think of Akane who was rubbing her temples. She
wondered why she was here and naked no less.

"Akane? What are you
doing here?"

Akane sighed. "What does
it look like Nabiki? To shower. I didn't know that pervert Ranma
was in there, though."

Nabiki raised an eyebrow.
"Why is he a pervert? Did he touch you or something?"

Akane's eyes widened as
Nabiki opened the door she was leaning on – forcing her to lift up
– and entering the bath. She shut the door behind her. Akane looked
over her shoulder gawking at the closed door, unbelieving of her
sister's audacity.

Ranma turned his head,
frightened, towards the door. He hoped he didn't hear what he
thought he heard. He had soap on his face so couldn't open his eyes
to see. Sure enough, he heard the door opening.

"My, My Ranma. You're
a little more than a boy. I see you didn't mind my sister."

Ranma groaned and blushed
at the same time. "Hey! You don't just walk in on a guy like
this!"

"But Ranma-kun,"
Nabiki said, saccharine sweet, "You're not just 'a guy'
you're my inazuke. That means that'll I'll see you this way
eventually."

Ranma turned away from the
door in an attempt to hide his personals and reached blindly for the
showerhead. It was handed to him. He groaned again and rinsed his
hair and face. He wiped the excess water off with his hands and
looked over his shoulder at Nabiki, who was practically in his
personal space –considering he's naked, she was.

Ranma scowled at her.
"Yeah, fine for you to see me, but I can't see you, huh?" He
said eyeing her bathing suit. "That's not fair at all. So don't
give me 'I'll see it eventually' crap when you waltz in here
with a bathing suit. So if you could..." Ranma made shooing motions
with one hand.

Nabiki weighed her
options. He had a point. If she ignored him now and stayed she would
look like a hypocrite and that is not something to build a
relationship on. Being a hypocrite wasn't exactly on the top of her
'things to be proud of' list. So she could leave or strip.
However, she never was one to back down. She smirked at him.

"Why didn't you say
you wanted to bath with me, Ranma?"

Ranma looked at her
crossly. He cleared his throat and motioned towards the door again.
"Ahem."

Nabiki's smirk just got
bigger as she took the straps of her one piece in her hand. She
seductively pulled them down her shoulder, letting them down enough
to show a lot of cleavage, but not all. She turned her back to him
and lowered it all the way to her waist. She looked over her shoulder
at Ranma, turned sideways, giving a flash of the side of her bare
breast. She then pulled it down her waist while squirming, making her
hips move hypnotically. She saw him gawk when she bent over and
looked at him from between her legs. She then pulled the suit down,
letting Ranma see quite well what it was that made her a woman. She
stepped out of her bathing suit and turned towards him. She smirked
as his eyes did a quick inventory and then snapped his jaw shut and
brought his eyes back to her face. She felt insulted that he could
just wave it off like that. She frowned.

"Ain't nothing I ain't
seen before." Ranma said as he turned his head indignantly away
from her. Though it's the first time I've seen it so blatantly
from someone who wasn't my female half.

Nabiki knew he was a hunk,
but it seemed like he didn't have the sensitivity, social skills or
suave to enable him to get a girl like that. Maybe she was mistaken,
or his looks overcame that. She crossed her arms.

"So, you aren't a
virgin?" She was lost of how to feel about that. If he was, she
felt good about them sharing their first time together if they
decided to get serious. But, if he wasn't, that meant when they
did, he might have the experience to make it the night of her life.
Each had its pros and cons.

Ranma blushed. "Um...
that's none of your business."

Nabiki raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Says the boy to the girl who is supposed to MARRY him."

The door opened as Nabiki
spoke, "Y-You're really a girl. In every way."

Ranma grimaced. "Don't
remind me."

Akane stood in shock,
staring at the sight of her sister on her knees in front of a
redhead.

"Nabiki!? What are you
doing?! And who is that?"

Nabiki head shot back to
see a still naked Akane at the doorway. She thought about where to
begin. "Um...this is Ranma."

Akane looked at her with
disbelief. "Don't bullshit me!"

"No," the redhead
spoke up in a voice a few octaves higher than Ranma-kun's voice, a
nice contralto, "I am Ranma."

Nabiki turned back to
Ranma. "Um...How do you...change back?"

"Hot water."

"KYAAAAH!" Ranma
screamed as scorching hot water was sprayed on her. Nabiki just
turned off the cold and turned the hot to full before she sprayed.
She watched in amazement as Ranma's body shifted, becoming taller,
and growing out in some areas – the one in front of her face is one
example– and flattening in areas. She watched as hair color changed
from red to black – also an example in front of her face.

Akane watched from the
door, her eyes widening. "Ranma? H-How?"

Nabiki broke her gaze from
what was waving in her face and looked up at Ranma's. "Um...which
one are you really?"

"A BOY!" He shouted
adamantly.

"But...how?" Nabiki
asked.

"Stupid curse. I'll
tell you at dinner."

He turned away from Nabiki
and stepped into the furo. He sat down and sighed. He closed his
eyes, ignoring everything around him as Nabiki and Akane stared at
him.

Nabiki shook her head and
slowly began bathing awkwardly. She was still in slight shock. Akane
internally debated whether she should wait or bathe. Her sister
didn't mind. She looked over towards Ranma. His eyes were closed.
Well, he wasn't looking – she shuddered in memory of his gaze at
her. If her sister could bathe with a boy in the room, so could she!
She pulled another stool and bathed with Nabiki. The mood eventually
lightened. Nabiki didn't care that Ranma was there, and Akane knew
Ranma wasn't staring at her like a pervert.

Nabiki finished and got up
put a foot in the furo. She kicked at Ranma's legs for him to make
room. He snapped his eyes open like he was waking up and was
surprised. He grumbled and pulled his legs up. He rested his hands
in his lap, purposely blocking view of his personals.

Nabiki found her backbone
and leaned on him forcing his legs to one side. (There was no way he
was going to let her between them) She pulled his arm from his lap
and around her waist. She rested her own hand on his.

"Feel free to try
something." She said playfully. Ranma blushed. She smirked.

Akane looked at her sister
dubiously from her washing stool. "Nabiki!" The audacity!

"Oh, grow up
Akane." She smirked at Ranma. "So fun teasing you, Ranma-kun."
She gave him a peck on the check and lay back on his shoulder,
enjoying his warmth and the soak.

Akane got up from her
stool and sat reluctantly in the furo, keeping her eye on Ranma the
whole time. "Don't you gawk at me you pervert."

Ranma was about to make a
remark about why he would look at her if he looked so much better,
but was interrupted by Nabiki. "Once, again, GROW UP. A guy is only
perverted if he does something you don't want him to. Besides,"
Nabiki began, "You decided to bathe with a guy present. Not to
mention a guy staring at you is a complement, Sister."

Akane scowled but kept her
mouth shut. Nabiki and Ranma closed their eyes again. Ranma's
fingers rubbed Nabiki's stomach absently, relishing its soft
firmness. Nabiki gave his hand a squeeze to let him know it felt
nice. He drew circles on her flesh absently. This is...nice,
Ranma thought. I've never been this close to another girl like
this before. It makes me kind of excited. It also helps that she is
radiating calm; it makes me feel relaxed.

Akane took the time to
look Ranma up and down. She noted he was probably stronger than she
was. He was built like an Olympic athlete. Her eyes reluctantly
dropped into the water. She could hardly grasp what that was meant
for. She couldn't imagine something like THAT fitting into her or
any girl. She found her throat dry and she swallowed as her eyes
continued roving up and down, locking occasionally on what was
beneath the water. She didn't see Nabiki open her eyes and watch
her for a moment.

"Now who's the
pervert." Nabiki whispered. To Akane it sounded as loud as a
gunshot. Her eyes dropped ashamedly to her lap.

Akane stammered, "Er...I
...was..."

"Curious?"

Akane looked up at her
sister and narrowed her eyes, gauging her. "I guess so."

"It's perfectly
normally Akane. That's exactly how guys feel, except most of them
are too aggressive about it, unlike Ranma here." She muttered
lower, "Though that's slightly a disappointment." She patted
his hard and wet chest affectionately, making a loud slapping noise.

"Huh? What is it? Dinner
time?" Ranma said half-asleep.

Akane saw Nabiki stiffen
and turn deep red in a fashion Akane could never imagine her to be.
"Nabiki?"

Nabiki moved the hand that
fell too low when Ranma half woke back to her waist. She silently
stared down at the hand, flustered. Akane followed her gaze. She had
missed where the hand was. "What happened?"

Nabiki muttered without
breaking her stare. "He accidentally moved his hand..."

Akane took a moment to
process this before she figured it out. "Oh," she answered
calmly. Then the implications hit her. She started to fume. "I'll
kill him!"

"No, Akane. It was an
accident. Look at him. He fell back to sleep. He wasn't even awake
all the way." Nabiki took a deep breath and stilled her shaking. "I
just wasn't expecting to be touched...there. That's all." And
now I'll probably be having wet dreams about it all week.
Wonderful.

"Well, let's get out
before we turn into prunes." Nabiki said. She carefully unwrapped
Ranma's arm from around her and got her towel to dry off. Akane
followed, glancing back at Ranma before entering the changing room.
Akane and Nabiki donned robes.

"What about Ranma,"
Akane asked.

"Oh, Right. I thought
you would have liked to dry off without worrying about him staring at
you, so I didn't wake him." Nabiki opened the inner door, poking
her head in. "Ranma! Get up! Time to go get dinner."

Ranma groggily blinked and
then suddenly his eyes snapped open. "Dinner!?" He hopped out of
the furo, and started drying off, doing a fast once-over. Nabiki
swallowed at his display of agility without clothes. Ranma didn't
notice Nabiki staring and dashed into the changing room past Nabiki.
Akane gawked at him changing, throwing on his clothes like they
weren't even there. When he was finished he realized what he'd
done and blushed. Then he shook his head as if he was clearing it.

"Not like you ain't
already seen me. Don't know why I'm trippin'. I'm...not used
to girls though...," he trailed off. "So, what's this I heard
about dinner?"

Nabiki took his hand and
walked out into the hallway where Kasumi gasped when she saw them.
She was at a loss of words. She saw not one, but both of her
sisters coming out of the bathroom in only robes with Ranma.

"Oh, my," Kasumi said
searching for words, "This...isn't very proper." It's
like they're 'massage therapists' at Soapland. She moved a
shaky hand, placing her lose strands of hair behind her ear. "I
mean...both of you...with Ranma... Oh my." Kasumi was about to
lose it.

Akane eyes widened as if
she just realized she actually bathed with a BOY. Nabiki looked
somewhat embarrassed as if being caught doing something naughty –
which she was, although it wasn't as bad as Kasumi thought (The
accidental grope notwithstanding). Nabiki realized what Kasumi must
have been thinking.

"Uh...Kasumi...nothing
like...that...happened. We only shared a bath. That's all.
It's really my fault. Ranma didn't want to, but I wanted to tease
him. Something happened and Akane just ended up taking a bath with
us. Ranma was asleep in the furo most of the time."

Kasumi sighed in relief.
At least they hadn't done that. "Well it still isn't
proper, especially for you Akane. He's not your inazuke; he's
your future brother in law."

For some odd reason, the
fact that Ranma wasn't her inazuke sounded wrong. "It's
nothing Kasumi, besides, Ranma's got something to say at dinner,
right Ranma?"

Ranma nodded. Kasumi gave
one last glance before reluctantly leaving them to their own devices.

"Come with me real quick
so I can get dressed before we go down."

Nabiki tugged Ranma along
upstairs and into her room, Akane entering her room nearby. Nabiki
casually dropped the robe and dug through her closet, standing naked
in front of Ranma. Ranma gawked at her openness. The middle sister
found what she was going to wear and went to her dresser for her
undergarments. She slipped them on and then some jeans and a tank
top. She went back towards the door, where she left Ranma, and then
dragged him down for dinner. Akane followed shortly.

Genma and Soun where just
finishing up Shogi and sitting down at the table when the trio came
downstairs. Kasumi eyed them nervously; what she saw earlier still
nagging her traditional mind. Nabiki guided Ranma to sit beside her,
Akane taking the other side. Ranma for some reason felt nervous
between both the girls.

Ranma drooled as Kasumi
doled out the foodstuffs. He hadn't had home cooking like this in a
while. His father looked similar. They all said a "Itadakimasu,"
Ranma and Genma still foaming at the mouth. That was when the first
daily Saotome Dinner Battle Royal began. Chopsticks flared through
the air as food was taken and defended, all while somehow putting it
in their mouth. Nabiki blinked at the sudden outburst of clashing
chopsticks. Akane did a double take. They even train when they eat.

Akane steeled herself and
decided to dash in. She hoped she managed to eat more than half her
food. She flashed her chopsticks at Ranma's plate, catching him off
guard. He never expected an attack from the Akane front. He quickly
deflected his father's chopsticks and tossed a pickle from his
father's bowl in the air. The Saotome patriarch had to pause in his
offense to retrieve the pickle with his mouth, giving his son the
time needed to go offensive on Akane. Akane barely blinked before a
piece of meat was gone from her plate. She scowled as she tried to
make a counter-offense. She was deflected, but she internally cheered
when she checked Ranma's chopsticks by catching them with her own,
halting his assault temporarily. She tossed the chopsticks, and the
subsequently the arm attached to them, to the side, and tossed a
pickle from Ranma's plate into the air like she saw Ranma do out
the corner of her eye with his father. She, however, tossed it in his
father's direction, causing him to snap his tongue and head out
towards the morsel. This gave her an opportunity to take food off the
old man's plate. She choose a piece of meat, and when the old man
realized a valuable morsel was quickly leaving the vicinity of his
plate, his chopsticks speed toward in her direction. He left himself
open for Ranma to snatch another piece of meat from his plate and
that distracted him, allowing Akane to toss the meat into her mouth.
Ranma took advantage of the opening in his father's defenses and
tossed bits of food towards him and Akane while his hand was still in
enemy territory. He figured he should help her manage to eat since
she still had a ways to go. Some of the food she caught with her
mouth, the others she deflected into her plate with her rice bowl in
her other hand.

This battle continued for
a while, either Ranma or Genma being double-teamed. Ranma never
doubled with his father against Akane because that would be no
challenge. Instead he would defend her from Genma when he got to
enthusiastic.

Soun silently watched the
exchange. That's Saotome for you. He even makes you earn your
dinner by turning it into a training exercise. I'm just glad I'm
not part of it. He's obviously made a Saotome school out of the use
of chopsticks.

Akane began to sweat as
she quickly realized that the object of this game was to eat as much
food as you could, and she was quickly falling into a deficit. To
defend her own food, she ate it as quickly as she could and then went
on full offensive. Ranma smirked. He liked the challenge. That was
when seconds were gathered, and Akane didn't even bother to fill
her bowl and plate, she just ate straight from the dishes. This way
she had nothing to defend on her own turf.

It came down to one pickle
as Akane managed to get it as Ranma and Genma finish their food. It
seemed that they both turned towards her in slow motion as they
turned voracious looks at her pickle. She "eeped" as Genma
launched himself towards her from across the table. She rolled
backwards with her rice bowl, managing to keep all of it but a few
grains in as Genma landed where she once sat. She came into an
improvised ready position, not being trained in the Saotome School of
Anything Goes Martial Arts Mealtime. Genma and Ranma took up
positions adjacent to her. Everything seemed to slow down and focus
on this moment.

Ranma smirked, "Saotome
School Dinner Tradition: Capture the last pickle. You seem to be it,
Akane." He smirked. Akane found it contagious as she felt
exhilarated and in her element. Win or lose, she had a good time.

Feet shifted slowly as
everyone gauged the other. Suddenly Ranma's foot lashed out at his
Father, to eliminate competition. Genma found his chin to the floor
since he couldn't cushion his fall with his filled hands. Akane
took the moment to jump over the table and Genma, and out onto the
porch. She turned to face her adversaries and suddenly her pickle was
in midair, Ranma's chopsticks had halted her chopsticks'
momentum, causing the pickled to fly lose. He threw his mouth towards
the pickled only to be tripped in mid-jump by Genma. As he fell, his
chin was introduced to Akane's knee. He felt proud of her in that
moment. She had potential after all.

Akane's other foot
stepped onto Ranma's shoulder and used it as a springboard after
the pickle. She reached out with her chopsticks to catch the pickled
only to be yanked down by Ranma's grip on her ankle. She inwardly
cursed as she fell into the yard on her back. She kick flipped back
onto her feet and watched as the pickle flew higher and further over
the yard. Genma barreled over Ranma as he dashed towards the pickle.
He didn't notice the pond. Ranma scrambled after his father,
pushing himself to get to his father before he reached the floating
pickle. Akane was racking her brain for how to beat them there.
Somewhere in a cave, the founder of the Anything Goes School felt
extreme pride as Akane whipped out her – rarely used before today –
mallet. The Saotome patriarch's eyes watered as he flew into the
pond. Ranma skipped off the still extended mallet and into the air,
getting the pickle. He happily munched before he hit cold water.

Everyone was taking stock
of the aftermath of the Saotome Dinner Free-for-all. Apparently Ranma
must of won, but he disappeared. In his place a female redhead
emerged next to a floating panda. Akane had gawked after she cursed
losing. Ranma, was used to all of this, so didn't realize that some
people where confused or lost as to why there was a panda and a girl
– only two already knowing about the girl – in the pond instead
of the new guests.

Ranma tossed the
unconscious panda out of the pond. She then climbed out next to
Akane, giving her a wet slap on the back.

"That was some move
there, Akane. I would never have expected you to pull that one into a
battle of skill –apparently neither did Pops – but that's what
makes it anything goes, eh?"

Akane smiled at the praise
and then looked at her seriously. "So your father turns into a
Panda?"

"Yep, I knocked old
panda skin rug in first and he didn't even realized he changed
before he came out and knocked me into a cursed spring." Ranma
shook his head. "Why don't we drag the panda in and explain?"

Ranma and Genma were
sitting after changing back to their natural forms and explaining
about the cursed springs.

Soun spoke ominously, "The
Legendary Ground of Accursed Springs. It's true horror has always
been shrouded in mystery until now..."

"True horror?!" Ranma
grabbed his father by his dogi. "What's the idea dragin' me to
a place like that anyway?!"

"Yeaaah!" Genma
punished his son's insolence with an impromptu swim with the fish.
"You sound like a GIRL! Where you not prepared to give your life
for the sake of the Art?"

Ranma-chan growled as she
charged towards her father. "My life, YES! But my MANHOOD is
another story!" Ranma-chan splashed her father with a bucket of
water from the pond. They started boxing each other on the porch.

Soun gave Saotome a droll
look as Akane went the same way as Ranma. "You do realize you're
not a panda, right?"

Genma laughed. "Sometimes
I forget..."

Nabiki watched Akane
follow Ranma towards the bath. She narrowed her eyes. Leave it to
sister to get comfortable with myinazuke.

Kasumi seemed to realize
that Akane was going to bath with her future brother in law...again.
She bit her fingernails. "It's not proper," she muttered.

Ranma-chan entered the
bathing room and sighed. She threw her dirty clothes with the
laundry. She couldn't put those back on now. She would probably
have to leave in a robe to her room.

She went into the bathroom
as Akane entered the changing room. Akane quickly stripped and
followed Ranma into the bath. She witnessed as Ranma doused herself
with a bucket of cold water.

"A-Akane?! Why are you
here?!"

"Hmph. You both made me
all hot and sweaty with your little escapade during dinner." She
sat down next to Ranma and rinsed off. Ranma eyed her curiously a
moment for her being unabashed before continuing to bath. "So, you
make everything a training exercise like that?"

"Huh? Yeah. With Pop,
it's all about the art."

Akane absorbed this. "So
that's why you're so much better. Everything is about the art
with you. I only train a few hours a day. No wonder I suck."

Normally Ranma would be
insensitive and agree with her, but she seemed to be berating herself
enough. He chose his words carefully in an attempt to be considerate.
"Er... Well, you don't 'suck' as you say..., you just aren't
as good as me. I've been on a ten-year training trip. I spent all
day training, except for the time I went to middle school for a
little while. My old man seemed to have wanted his son to read and do
simple math, but that was about all he thought was good about
school."

"Really? There's more
to school than that. Do you like school?"

"No, not really."

"Why not?" Akane
rinsed off.

"Well, it's boring.
I'm going to be a Martial Arts Sensei so I really don't need to
know that much."

Akane gawked at her.
"What're you talking about?" Akane thought for a moment before
speaking. "Do you think students will want to be taught by an
inarticulate, uneducated dope?"

"HEY!" Ranma shouted.

Akane shrugged as she
walked towards the furo. "Without proper education that is what
you'd look like. Nabiki could give you more reasons why school is
important than me though." Akane sighed as she sat into the furo.

Ranma-chan hesitated as
she approached the bath. "Er..."

Akane noticed her
hesitation. "What?" Akane said like she didn't understand why.
She started getting angry – not for the same reasons the reader
would expect. "What?! You can't bathe in the same water!"

"I'm a boy," she
stated simply as if it was the one and only truth of the universe.

Akane took a moment to
process this. For a moment you can almost see the cogs that were
previously left offline being to turn. She then realized that she was
way too comfortable with a boy she just met. If someone told her
she'd be in the furo with a guy just yesterday, she'd pound him
flat. But there's something comforting about his presence. He is
slightly embarrassed but shows neither impolite interest nor disgust
to my nudity. He's not like all the other guys I go to school with
and it feels nice to know there is one boy who is not a pervert, jerk
or boy –Kuno being a prime example – and you could just be as
comfortable with as a girl. It also didn't hurt that he could be
one. Perhaps that is why he respects me. He understands like no other
man ever could about how being stared at in an impure fashion makes a
woman who doesn't want the attention feel violated.

"Um. You're right. I
shouldn't be so eagerly hopping into the furo with you. But I just
feel comfortable with you, oddly."

Ranma-chan raised an
eyebrow but turned her back to Akane and settled in the water. Akane
felt vaguely disappointed he turned his back to her, but squelched
it. Don't be a pervert After all, isn't the fact he isn't a
one why you are comfortable with and respect him?

Akane broke her train of
thought and tried to bring the comfortable companionship back into
force. "This warm soak must feel good compared to the pond," she
teased.

Ranma snorted then
scoffed, "You got that right."

A comfortable silence
fell. "You don't have to sit with your back to me, ya know. Just
don't gawk, you perv."

Ranma got defensive like
she expected and turned towards her like she expected. "I'm not a
pervert, you tomboy!"

Akane face twitched
between smirking in triumph and being angry. "Tomboy?!"

Ranma didn't realize
until now that perhaps he shouldn't have said that. "Heh,
Heh..."

Akane's mallet
materialized as she swung it in a downward arc towards the offender's
head. He deflected it by knocking it off course by the handle with a
casual backhand. The mallet slipped out of Akane's hands to hit the
floor as she landed on the now male Ranma.

"That's the first
thing I can tell we need to work on. Your anger." Ranma looked
serious until he broke into a nervous chuckle at the girl lying on
top of him, face to face. "Heh, heh, Sorry?"

Akane was still in shock,
recovering from her missed mallet blow. She automatically filed what
he said away to be found sometime later, as the mind always does when
you don't think you were paying attention. She didn't realize
their position. "You'd better be you JERK!"

"Yeah...I am. Could you
get off?" It wasn't until he said that Akane registered their
position. Her hand sprang from his chest and smacked him in his face.
She backed away to her side of the furo, taking calming breaths.

They glared at each other.
"Hmph." Akane got up and padded out the bathroom. Ranma
followed. He slipped his robe on right after her, following her up
the stairs where their rooms were. They gave each other one last
glare, before going into their rooms.

Nabiki waiting in his room
for him. He was beginning to get irked with being nude and changing
in front of people. He would like to at least be able to have the
allusion of having some modicum of privacy. He would usually avoid
bathing with someone else, especially someone (born) of the opposite
sex. He probably would still avoid joining the girls when they bathe,
but he couldn't help it when they joined him.

"Well, Ranma, I wanted
to talk to you about your stay and our relationship."

Ranma was still fuming
from Akane so he answered a little snappishly. "What?"

"Sit, first."

He sat Indian style after
dressing.

"First, you need to help
pull your weight around here. Ever since Mom passed away, Dad has
stopped teaching most classes. We were barely able to live before two
new mouths arrived. So, I need you to do something to make money. I
am your agent and ALL monetary issues go through me okay? We are
going to see about you becoming a model."

Ranma raised an eyebrow.
"Model? Me?"

"Ranma, I shouldn't
say this because it'll go to your head, but you are a hunk.
All those Martial Arts have done wonders for your physique. You are
going to have to keep your weekends clear because you might be doing
a photo shoot or three. Keep in mind I mean as both boy and girl."
Nabiki sighed.

"What?!"

"Ranma, face facts,
somehow a guy has got blessed with a undeniably gorgeous female body.
I mean, you've got that firm petite form and are more muscular than
what any girl could achieve without losing all their shape, yet you
still should be wearing a shirt that says 'Dangerous Curves'."

Ranma smirked.

"On top of that, I've
got an idea I KNOW will work. There are a lot of lonely girls looking
for a nice guy to give them a good time. I want you to be an escort."

"What's an escort?"

"An escort is someone
who 'escorts'. In other words, as an escort you will give girls
some company and show them a good time. That brings me to what this
denotes," Nabiki said as she lifted her hand as if to tick numbers
off. She raised her index finger for the first point.

"One: that means that
insensitive mouth goes. Only compliments come out. Two: that means
you are polite and if they want to hold your arm or hand, you oblige.
They may even want to sit in your lap. Three: they may want a kiss. I
want you to kiss them if they want you to. And mean it damn
it! Keep count of how many times they kiss you. And I should warn
you...they might use tongue...that costs extra."

"TONGUE? I mean, I know
I'm a hunk and all, I guess, but I have to kiss them too?
And with TONGUE? That's...perverted."

Nabiki smirked. "Well,
it's the closest they'll get to doing anything more with a hunk
like you. Besides, if that happens I'll treat you to ice cream
afterwards." Seeing how there will be a sudden boost in income
every time they do that. I hope he doesn't realize that though.

"So let's practice.
What if I do this?" Nabiki closed her eyes and puckered up.

"Um...I kiss you?"
Nabiki nodded. She waited for a kiss that never came. She became
exasperated. "Kiss me, you dolt!"

"uh..."

"What's wrong?"

Ranma began to twiddle his
fingers. "It's my first kiss."

"Oh. Well, that's nice
to have my inazuke's first kiss. Let me help you." Nabiki took
his head and gave him a deep passionate kiss. He tentatively
responded. Ranma's head swam. First, he gets engaged; then he's
bathing with girls, followed by having his first kiss. All in one
day!

"Mmm..." Nabiki said
as she broke the kiss. "You've got potential. Now that that's
taken care of, if I do this..." Nabiki puckered up once more. She
felt Ranma give her a quick peck and pull away.

"Ranma! Like you mean
it. Kiss me like I kissed you."

Ranma chuckled nervously
before trying again. This time he kissed her longer.

"Bah, that was
pathetic." Nabiki looked thoughtful for a moment. "Think of
kissing like the Art Ranma. It's just like a technique you've got
to get down. Try again."

Ranma's eyes flared as
she related it to Martial Arts. He went at it with renewed vigor.
They broke later with Nabiki out of breath.

"Wow, Ranma. You are a
fast learner. You turned everything I did back at me. Keep in mind
while kissing, using your hands to caress and stimulate also makes it
even better. Try that while we work on that with tongue."

"TONGUE...that
so...bleh."

Nabiki sighed,
exasperated. "Just..." Nabiki grabbed him again and forced her
tongue in his mouth. She went through her repertoire of tongue
techniques and when Ranma realized she ran out he turned them back on
her in full. He even mixed some and created some things she didn't
know. He caressed sensitive areas on her neck and back like a massage
artist; it was learned from sensei's on his trip. It was essential
for training a student. Nabiki found herself feeling really steamy as
she gripped his shirt tightly and moaned. Her hand found his rear and
gave it a firm squeeze.

"MMMmmm...YAH!" Ranma
squealed when he broke the kiss as he felt his rear being squeezed.
That was being a little too familiar. "Watch your hands!"

Nabiki was a little
flushed as she spoke. "I'm sorry Ranma...just got a bit carried
away. You made that kiss...hot."

"Hot?" Ranma asked. He
didn't know what she meant by that. He didn't have a battle aura
or anything right now.

Nabiki arced an eyebrow.
"Ya know, 'hot' as in 'making me want to do impure things
with you'."

Nabiki calmed herself
before continuing. "That's how you kiss. Don't give your
'dates' kisses like that. I only want you kissing ME that well.
But do give them something they won't be disappointed with."

"Heh, heh. When you said
it was like a technique I knew I could learn it! If it has anything
remotely related to Martial Arts, I can do it!"

Nabiki filed that away for
future reference. In other words he can focus and learn at a
ridiculous rate if he thinks of something like the Art. He is a fast
learner if he chooses to be.

Nabiki cleared her throat.
"Continuing with business, you are going to be my bodyguard, so
will be with me at almost all times." Especially considering
some gangs got involved in my betting pools recently. They might get
violent if they lose too badly.

"But...why would you
need a bodyguard?"

"Well, I run an (mostly)
honest betting business and some people might get physical when they
lose. It wouldn't hurt to have a premiere Martial Artist like
yourself with me."

"I guess." Ranma
sounded unconvinced.

"Don't worry, I'll
make it worth your while. I normally get treated during business
meetings, so you will too. That means free desert and snacks."

Ranma almost drooled at
the prospect. "Okay...I'll see how it is."

"I also need you to
arrange all challenges through me. Try not to fight until I can
arrange a proper duel."

Ranma sweated. "But you
don't understand...people come out of NO where and attack me."

Nabiki looked at him,
disbelieving, but responded, "Well try not to fight. If anything
challenge them for a 'formal' duel, which I will set up."

"I'll try," Ranma
answered reluctantly.

"Now, moving away from
business... I don't want you keeping any secrets from me, and I
mean any."

"But..." Ranma began,
he got a glare, and that just boosted his nerve. "That's no fair.
What about YOU?"

"What about me?"

"A relationship as I've
heard, 'is a two way street'."

"Okay. Fine. No
secrets," Nabiki conceded. "If you ask, I'll tell. But what is
said between us, stays between us, got it?" Ranma nodded. "Shake
on it." They shook hands.

"Also, since you are
supposed to be my future 'husband' I expect all important
decisions to be discussed with me first, and I mean ALL."

Ranma looked wearily at
her. All these rules, he thought.

"Oh, I also don't want
you to EVER let Akane hit you if you can help it. Help her work on
her temper by showing her that hitting doesn't solve everything."

"Um...but I don't hit
girls."

Nabiki rolled her eyes.
"Ranma-kun, you don't have to hit her to stop her. And if you did
hit her, you know how to pull it right?" Ranma nodded. Nabiki
grinned evilly. "I recommend you give her a firm spank on the rear
whenever she tries to pull it. She'll learn better from
embarrassment."

"But..."

"Just do it Ranma."

Ranma grumbled, but
nodded.

"And finally," Nabiki
smiled devilishly, "I want a kiss every time we meet and part. That
includes good morning kisses and good night kisses. So..." Nabiki
leaned towards Ranma. "Good night."

Ranma blushed. "Good
night." He leaned in for a peck, but Nabiki prolonged it by
clamping a hand on the back of his head. She was disappointed he
didn't go all out like he did earlier when he was learning.

"See you in the
morning." Nabiki said as she stood and swayed her hips purposely as
she left him in his room. Ranma shook his head.

"Girls. I'll never get
them."

Nabiki awoke the next day
to hear sounds of sparing outside. She yawned and came downstairs to
get something to eat. She watched as the Saotomes battled across the
yard. Akane just finished her morning jog and was staring off the
porch with Nabiki.

"They're that lively
this time of morning? It's unnatural."

"Wow," Akane said, "I
guess they are pretty good."

Kasumi called,
"Breakfast!"

"Okay now let's break
for breakfast."

Ranma made a sound of
agreement. "O!"

Ranma and his father met
in midair, his father winning as Ranma was sent into the pond.

"Getting, sloppy son!"

Suddenly water hit Genma,
followed by a washtub. He fell unceremoniously into the pond. A
female Ranma with her dogi barely covering her countered, " Now
who's getting sloppy?"

Ranma's head rung as the
washtub connected with her head because of an enraged panda.

Akane looked at them
dubiously. They're crazy.

"Oh my. I suppose Mr.
Saotome will need something different for breakfast." Kasumi pulled
a huge plate of bamboo from the same place mallets and Mousses
weapons come from, slamming it onto the table.

Ranma exited the bath,
fresh for school.

"Are you two going to
make it a habit to bathe with me?"

Nabiki giggled, "Well
let's see... It's nice to have company and a view. It's also
nice to have someone scrub your back."

"NABIKI!" Akane said,
scandalized.

"Oh what, sister? You
were the one who was oh so 'curious' yesterday." Akane blushed.

"It just saves time,
that's all. Ranma is probably the only guy I'd trust to be naked
around. He hasn't even stared at me yet."

"Disappointed?" Nabiki
asked.

Akane blinked and then
blushed. "NO!"

Nabiki smirked as she took
Ranma's arm. "You're so fun to tease, just like Ranma here."
She patted his chest affectionately.

They came downstairs,
Ranma in arm with Nabiki, to see their parents crying.

"You see how well they
get along Saotome? Our dream is becoming true!"

"Yes, old friend. I
see." Genma's tears suddenly dried. "Here. We'll be staying
here a while boy. You'll be going to school." Genma handed Ranma
a book bag. Ranma snatched it indignantly. "Fine."

He tried to stomp off, but
it was hard with Nabiki attached to his arm. When they got near the
canal Ranma gently broke Nabiki's hold and hopped onto the fence.

Akane watched him
curiously. "Why do you do that?"

"It's balance
training. Something you need in spades."

Akane got mad. "I can
balance just fine you JERK!" She kicked the fence and then swung
her bag at his feet. He flipped and landed a short distance away. She
swung her famous pervert-smashing fist only to have Ranma lean back
while her fist swished by his face. He caught her as by the waist as
she went by. Ranma caught Nabiki's eye and saw her raise an
eyebrow. Akane was sputtering incoherently as she was still shocked
at missing so badly.

"I think she needs a
spanking, don't you Ranma?" Nabiki said playfully. Akane snapped
her head towards Nabiki.

Ranma shrugged. "Sure,
why not," was what Akane heard before she felt a hand pop her
firmly on her rear, barely stinging. She felt the shock wave ripple
through her lower body. She began shaking as it hit her erogenous
zones. She yelped and bit her lip. She clamped onto Ranma's arm as
she rubbed her legs together. After a few moments she collapsed into
Ranma's arms.

"Woah. What's wrong
Akane?" Ranma asked, concerned. I know I didn't hit her hard.
Even a normal girl would just giggle at that.

Akane shook the cobwebs
out of her head. What was THAT? That came out of the blue. It felt
good, too good. "Um. Nothing Ranma. Just...er... caught me off
guard." She pushed away from Ranma who held her steady by her
shoulders as she found her shaky balance. "Um...I need to used the
bathroom."

Nabiki arced an eyebrow.
"Use the bathroom? Didn't you do that before we left?"

"Um...so I did... I
still gotta go." Akane looked around to get her bearings. "Let's
stop by Dr. Tofu's real quick. I REALLY need to go."

Ranma and Nabiki found
themselves waiting for Akane in the waiting room of a small clinic.
Ranma felt someone touch his shoulder, but realized both of Nabiki's
hands were on his. He looked at his shoulder to see a bony hand and
looked back to see a skull.

"AAAAAAAHHH!!!" Ranma
yelled as he spun Nabiki into his arms and away from the perceived
ambush.

A man peeked out from
behind the skeleton. "Oh, pardon me," the man said in a mock
female voice. Ranma, still shaking, regarded the man in a loose blue
dogi carefully. "Nothing to worry about," the man said, "This
is just my skeleton, Betty."

"I'm done, we can..."
Akane saw her family Doctor in front of Ranma and Nabiki. "Doctor!
Um...Good morning," Akane said as she bowed.

The doctor bowed in return
with his skeleton. "Good morning to you."

Akane blushed. Ranma
raised an eyebrow.

"You haven't been by
lately. No new injuries?"

Akane fidgeted as she
watched her feet. "No sir. I mean... I haven't been doing
anything that would..."

"Interesting." Ranma
muttered.

Akane and Ranma waved bye
to the Doctor as they continued on to school. They were still making
good time, seeing how they saved time by sharing the furo this
morning. Ranma got back onto the fence. Akane tried to follow. She
almost lost her balance and Ranma turned and caught her. He lifted
her and put her in front of him. She felt a little flustered at the
contact after what happened earlier. "So I can see you," He said.
"So, who was that guy anyway?"

"Dr. Tofu, the
chiropractor."

Ranma mulled over this as
he watched Akane walking in front of him. She had to watch her feet.
"He's a Martial Arts Master too, isn't he?"

"Huh? How could you
tell?"

"Sneaking up on me like
he did. He hid all signs of his presence."

Akane smiled. "It's
true, he's very good even though he doesn't look it. Ever since I
was little he'd treat my injuries."

Nabiki called up to them.
"Hold up. Come down here Ranma." Ranma looked at her curiously,
but obliged.

Nabiki continued, "Akane's
got a bunch of suitors she has to literally beat off every morning.
We need to get there before the fighting begins."

Ranma's eyes widened.
"But why don't I stay and help her?"

Nabiki sighed and rubbed
her temples. "She does this every morning so it's nothing to
worry about. I need you to come with me so I can introduce you to my
lieutenants."

"Lieutenants?"

Nabiki rolled her eyes and
yanked his arm. "Just come on." She looked back at Akane. "Wait
a little while before you come okay?"

Akane slowly nodded. I
hope I'm okay today. I'm still a little off from what happened
earlier. Was that what I think it was? R-Ranma makes me feel thatway? But I'm not a pervert...It's him. It's his fault
for...for...being such a pervert! Akane rationalized – even
though it didn't make any sense.

Nabiki told him to wait
outside the bathroom for a bit while she talked for a few moments
with her associates. Ranma moved towards the boys bathroom do so as
not to look like a pervert. He tapped his foot as he waited for a few
minutes. Then Nabiki came out and splashed him with a paper cup
apparently from one of her lackeys. He sputtered as he lightly
resisted being pulled into the girls bathroom. She was greeted by the
sight of several girls standing in a loose semi-circle. She appraised
all their fighting skills as per usual, and found no one of anything
more than basic self defense. Nabiki was the only one that had any
apparent (to her anyway) fighting experience. In fact most of the
people on her way here didn't seem to have any fighting skill.
Well, there were a few brawlers, boxers, and low level kempo and
kendo artists waiting for Akane. She was somewhat worried, but Nabiki
said it was usual.

Nabiki presented her like
a prize on a game show with an extended arm. Ranma just blinked in
response. She fidgeted as the girls appraised her like a piece of
meat in front of sharks.

One with long brown hair
finally spoke up. "So," she began skeptically, "This is your
inazuke?"

Nabiki smirked while
nodding amusedly, hearing the skepticism. "Yep."

"So you get the best of
'both worlds'?" One girl with short wavy brown hair said. She
had eyes that held mirth at her statement, awaiting her bosses
response.

Nabiki caught on to the
subtle inquiry and poke at her sexuality. She was seeing whether she
was offended and insecure with it, secure and uncaring, or enthused
and bisexual. In a pack of wolves, the wolves always love to poke at
the leader. However, this was more like a school of sharks. Nabiki,
however, was secure and didn't give a rats ass about what people
thought. If she did, her reputation wouldn't be as intimidating as
it was. If she was insecure in her sexuality, that would be one
possibly thing to upset her with. And Tendo Nabiki was far from
insecure in anything. She was a confident aspiring business woman. If
she was as insecure as other girls, she wouldn't sell her inazuke
out for cash. Contrary to what people might believe, she did want to
try and make it work with the jock. He was really smart, he just
didn't use it in all areas like most people attempt to. Besides he
was like clay that hadn't been molded all the way. That meant he
was all the more malleable than other guys.

Nabiki's smirk merely
turned into a grin. "I suppose you could say that."

"So
this...person...is supposed to be the male escort that all the
girls would drool for. Apparently the guys would too..." The short
haired girl said.

"Well," Nabiki began,
"I'm not quite so cold to my inazuke to make him go against his
preference...besides the disgust would probably kill most of the
customer pool. Besides, you know how the guys at this school
are...that'd be pretty wrong... That's why Ranma is such prime
dating material. You should feel how he kisses. He kisses better than
– would I dare say – moi?"

The girls rolled their
eyes at their bosses ego. She grinned at the response.

"So...who's up for a
try?"

"Whadya mean, 'A try,'
Nabiki?"

A girl eyed her. "Why
don't you turn her into a guy first..." She said with an
exaggerated roll of her eyes, openly displaying her disbelief of her
superior. Nabiki was merely amused.

"Well, there is also a
secret lesbian and bisexual market. Isn't that right Kikuko?"

One of the two girls with
dark hair in a long ponytail that had yet to speak frowned at Nabiki
drawing attention to her sexuality; she wasn't entirely comfortable
with other people knowing. But then she sighed; it wasn't like they
all didn't know anyway. They were very observant. Besides if she
let it get to her, she would just feed their amusements. "So you're
saying we can use her escorting as a girl too?"

The girl did another up
and down on the red-head. She looked somewhat wary and lost in here.
It was cute. "Sure, why not?" She wasn't one to back down. If
they wanted to see her make out with another chick, so be it.

The girl approached Ranma,
stopping right in front of her. Ranma looked at Nabiki questioningly.
Nabiki responded, "Feel free to knock her socks off Ranma, like
with me last night." Nabiki paused and tapped her chin...she could
get a lot higher amusement factor from this...such as her associate
begging for a lay with Ranma. Perhaps she'd drag her into a
threesome after her first time with her/him, of course. And a profit.
The first time was special. "Actually, do BETTER than that. You're
a girl, you should know all the sensitive areas. Be free to stimulate
her a lot."

Ranma gawked her
confusedly.

Nabiki smiled at her
associates, "I'm sorry, he's a bit on the ignorant side. He's
actually very smart...it's just he doesn't use hie gray matter
for anything but Martial Arts." She turned back to Ranma. "I mean
touch her ANYWHERE you want and 'turn her on'. You know what a
mean, right?"

Ranma blinked then shied
back a little bit. "Do...WHAT!? I ...I couldn't...but..."

"Ranma, Ranma,
Ranma..." She began, "It's okay with me, and her right?"

Kikuko hesitantly nodded,
somewhat confused.

"So what's the
problem."

Ranma twiddled her fingers
in a gesture so cute that the other girls who weren't even into
girls felt enamored with Ranma. "But...I've never..."

"Just do it
Ranma. I'll treat you to ice cream the better you do!"

That cut Ranma's
protests cold. She mentally cursed as she saw the other girls visibly
filing knowledge of the manipulator away. It would cause some
problems if someone other than her started using him...She'd have
to talk to him about that.

Ranma hesitantly
approached the other girl. "You're okay with this right?" She
asked tentatively.

"God Nabiki," she
exasperated, "She's like a little kid!"

She then just grabbed the
red-head's face to bear and started kissing her. She was somewhat
disappointed at the weak response and was about to pull away when
she suddenly found her mouth full of flailing tongue. She was at a
loss at some of the things she were doing...sometimes she couldn't
tell WHAT she was doing, but only that it felt good.

"Touch her Ranma..."

Ranma heard her and
hesitantly put her hands on the taller girls back. She worked her
same massage techniques on her slowly, not quite as enthusiastic as
the night before with Nabiki.

Nabiki rolled her eyes.
Time to hit the old male ego. "God Ranma. That looks pathetic,"
She began as the other girl actually moaned lightly, "Is that all
you can do? A real man could make a girl want to jump his bones by
now."

The other girls looked at
her questioningly. Nabiki was taking the 'Chinese curse' thing a
bit far. But she seemed completely serious... They turned back to
watch the kiss when the red-heads hands started to wander...to
breasts and rear...then a thigh made itself known...

The girls all watched as
the girl whimpered in the embrace and began to shake as her legs lost
some of their ability to support her. The girl moaned as she broke
the kiss and Ranma decided to kiss sensitive areas along the neck and
side of the head. That was when a low keening sound—so low in tone
you would miss it if not listening to it., just like the high pitch
tone you hear in silence—came out Kikuko's throat. The girl's
legs went to mush and they watched in awe as Ranma managed to hold
her on her thigh with one hand on the small of her back..

Ranma stopped running her
mouth along the girls neck and collar bone and tried to place her
back on her feet after removing her thigh. It took three times.
Everyone took in the glazed look in Kikuko's eyes as she blinked to
get her bearing. They looked on somewhat enviously; even the ones who
weren't into girls.

That was when Kikuko made
a half-pounce for the red-head and tried her best to return the
affections. Ranma was somewhat caught off guard as the girl that was
just almost catatonic, suddenly plunged her tongue down her throat
and ran her hands over her in an embrace. Ranma squealed and then let
out a few sharp "Ah!"

The girls gawked.

Nabiki blinked at that.
Wow, that was better than I expect. Definitely pushing Ranma to
the limit on me tonight. He has the potential to make one big sex
toy.

"Nnnnnnn," Ranma tried
to speak, "nn-Nabiki... h-help me..!"

Nabiki smirked. "The big
bad Martial Artist asking for my help?"

Ranma would've frowned
if it wasn't for all the stimulation the black-haired girl was
giving her. "You know my thing about...girls..."

Nabiki rolled her eyes.
She wanted to tell her 'get over it,' but was getting somewhat
irked by another girl taking so much advantage of her inazuke.

"Kikuko!" She said
sharply. She tugged lightly on her shoulder. "Down girl! My
inazuke! Plus you don't expect to have hot lesbian sex in the
bathroom right before school starts, do you?"

The girl groaned in
protest as she was tugged away and shivered as if a blanket was just
taken away from her. She swallowed and backed away slowly.

"Um... I need to ..."
She didn't finish as she dashed into a stall to clean off.

Everyone looked at the
shaking Ranma. She fell to her knees shivering a little. Nabiki
raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong Ranma?"

Ranma was staring somewhat
blankly before she looked at Nabiki. "I...I'd never felt that way
before..."

Nabiki's other eyebrow
met her upraised one. "And you've had this body for a few
months...and you've never ...played with it? Out of curiosity?"

"Well...I know where
sensitive areas are from bathing...but I don't ...touch myself that
way. I...am awkward about my girl body. I never wanted it to begin
with. I mean...I'm uncomfortable with the different way my new body
responds to things like...well girls."

"Oh..." She was
still trying to absorb the fact that a guy who had one of the biggest
perverted dreams come true, didn't take advantage of it.

Ranma continued,
"Like...my nipples get almost uncomfortably hard, and I get this
warm feeling in my groin...and I...leak..."

Nabiki almost giggled.
"Well, that's what happens to girls."

"Plus...her touching
me...there...like I did with her seemed to be almost becoming so good
feeling it was painful..."

"That was an 'orgasm'
about to come, Ranma. Ya know...cumming?"

Ranma blinked...then
blushed. "It's...then it's a lot more than a guy.. that's
for sure..."

That answered that age
old question, Nabiki thought. The other girls looked on
confusedly.

"So you didn't...?"

"Um...I don't think
so..." Nabiki casually turned and reached down Ranma's
pants... Her eyes went wide and then she trembled while moaning and
fell onto Nabiki who held her upright while she did. She gently set
Ranma on the floor.

Nabiki was beginning to
REALLY become anxious for him to do that to her. However, she didn't
have time.

The rest of the girls –
except Kikuko who was nodding with understanding – shook their
heads in disbelief.

Nabiki clapped her hands
to get attention. "While this has been fun...we need to get to
glass. I need each of you to spread word in your classes and during
lunch about the escort bidding after school today. Whoever wants to
be used in the...demonstration will have to offer the most money to
me right before the presentation. K?" Nabiki waved back before
grabbing Ranma by his wrist and walking out. The other girls shortly
followed her exit, uncaring of the girl still cooling off on the
floor.

Nabiki showed Ranma to his
class a few minutes before it began, and made her way to pick up
Kuno, who was inevitably unconscious below.

Nabiki frowned at
lunch as a few people who bet on themselves to last longer today,
did. Surprisingly longer too, from apparent reports. Akane took two
minutes longer than usual, and seemed to be off...

"Sister?" Nabiki
called for the attention of the girl under the tree with her friends
Sayuri and Yuka.

Akane narrowed her eyes at
her sister. "I heard you are selling Ranma for dates," she said
in a somewhat sharp tone.

Nabiki blinked.
Yep...Akane's a little into to the jock...not that I'm
surprised. Well...I won't be all too possessive with him... this
leaves my options open if I can dump him on my little sister if I
decided I don't want him. He is penniless...but he might not be
after I get him modeling...

"Yeah... I need to make
money somehow. How do you think all those bricks you demolish are
paid for? Or the damage to the dojo done yesterday..."

Akane frowned then growled
with frustration at the fact she couldn't entirely justify getting
mad at Nabiki about doing that to Ranma...But..., "He's your
inazuke!"

Nabiki smirked,
"Yeah...That's why he is only allowed to go so far with the
girls..."

Akane blinked. She was
tempted to ask what...but she'd probably just hear about it
tomorrow.

Sayuri piped up, "So
whose this mega-hunk we're all hearing about?"

"Speak of the devil,"
Nabiki intoned.

Ranma walked up with
everyone looking at him. He had just come back from hanging with some
dudes named Hiroshi and Daisuke. "Wha?" He asked at their stare.

"We were just talking
about you," Nabiki informed.

"Oh." Ranma sat Indian
style across from the girls leaning against the tree, and Nabiki
chose to sit in his lap. He flustered a bit.

Nabiki rolled her eyes.
"Jeez, Ranma. So shy for someone who made two girls cum this
morning with their clothes still on."

Akane choked on her food.
"What?! Ranma did that to someone else?" She asked seriously.
Everyone stared at her.

Nabiki was the first one
to recover. "What do you mean, 'someone else'?" She turned
towards Ranma. "You do something with my sister I'm not aware
of?"

He shook his head
enthusiastically. Nabiki turned back to her sister. "How?" She
asked simply.

Akane was about to snap
'none of your business' when she felt her friends' stares. She
swallowed at let out a nervous chuckle... "A heh heh. It's just
that I didn't know he did it to two people..."

Nabiki rose an eyebrow,
reading her sister. Then she shook her head. She gave her a look that
said, 'I'm not buying it.'

"Look...it's kinda
embarrassing...I don't wanna talk about..."

Ranma quirked an eyebrow
at her. She looked away with a small blush. Nabiki internally
chuckled. She assumed it was her watching him in the furo or
something.

Yuka spoke up, "He is a
hunk! And he's so shy... How much are you charging?"

Akane listening
discreetly, eating quietly.

"Well..." The
mercenary began, "That's going to be bid on today after school.
Everyday he's going to be bid on for the evening."

Yuka absorbed this... "So
how far can you go with him?"

Ranma interjected, "Why
do you talk about me like I'm not here?"

Nabiki giggled and kissed
him. He still frowned afterwards. He seemed to have gotten used to
that from earlier... Nabiki moved further back on his lap and ground
just a little bit until she felt a response. She continued for a few
moments to let him get the point... She spoke, "Shhhh. Just sit
there and be a good boy."

Ranma nodded dumbly.

"Well, as far as heavy
necking with him feeling you up enough to make you...ya know. That
costs a lot though. Kisses are charged by type: peck, lingering,
French, Necking. Basically you get a general fee, plus everything
you do. I recommend one necking and that's all if you want to get
the best out of the least amount of money. I mean a good orgasm...
with a hunk like Ranma...is worth every penny. However, if you're
to shy about that, I'd recommend a few lingering, or a French or
two. Holding hands, and sitting in his lap... having him hold you –
is free."

Akane found herself trying
to imagine necking with Ranma, and couldn't. She never had done
something like that so she couldn't. But Ranma had made her
cum... It was hard to imagine not a full day before she would have
never believed she'd bathe with a guy, let alone be seriously
attracted, comfortable, and trusting of one. Though she was beginning
to question why Ranma would allow someone to sell him like this
unless he was a pervert... Which led her to her current question.

"Why do you let her do
that with you Ranma?"

Ranma blinked out of his
stupor at his name. "Um. She said I needed to pull my own around
the house. She said I probably will be doing this for a little while
until my modeling career builds up."

Akane absorbed this. There
weren't any obvious flaws in it...and he never gawked at her like
the normal boys... so she figured he must be telling the truth. Then
again he made her feel that way this morning. She was leaning
towards non-pervert but you can never be to sure...

"Modeling?!" Sayuri
exclaimed.

"Yeah...Nabiki said I
look good enough for modeling...That I'd go pretty far..."

Sayuri appraised him once
more before acquiescing the point with a nod. "I can see that
happening."

Akane's eyes widened.
She'd be living with a model...not that she thought that was a big
deal other than the celebrity. She wasn't the type of girl who
judged on looks alone. Ranma was admittedly, the only guy that she'd
found as attractive. Not that she'd tell him that.

The girls continued
rambling on for a few minutes about Ranma before they headed off to
class. Akane walked quietly with Ranma since they shared one.

Akane was in the back of
the crowd with her two friends watching somewhat passively. She found
her eyes lmost falling out of her sockets when she saw him...accost
a girl at Nabiki's command. It looked like one of Nabiki's squad,
Sakura, with her long brown hair and light brown eyes. She
apparently loved it if that squeal was evidence of anything. Akane
found herself somewhat embarrassed and curious of how it would feel
if he did that to her. But that was perverted...

The girls in the crowd
asked a few questions, one of them for him to take his shirt off. He
shrugged and complied, not understanding the reason for it, but doing
it anyway. Some girls swooned. Yuka shrieked beside her.

"Wow! Better than Kuno!"

Akane rolled his eyes.
Whatever 'good looks' Kuno had did not make up for his stupidity.

Someone asked what he
liked – Martial Arts and Food respectively. What type of girl he
liked was asked...but Ranma didn't have very much description for
that. Not much more than 'nice.' The girls apparently seemed to
be forgetting that he was with Nabiki...unless she blatantly didn't
allow that information out for more sales.

Yuka piped up.
"But...how...you ...why... wha?" Yuka was confused. This was
the alleged boy hater. Now she is hearing she actually bathed with
one – a hunk at that.

"Well...I kinda walked
in on him...and was shocked and closed the door. While I was standing
outside the door in shock, Nabiki walked in past me. I heard a squeal
– don't ask it's not what you think, it's a long story –
and came in. Ranma didn't really like us in there –" The girls
rolled their eyes disbelieving, "—No really, he didn't. He
surprisingly isn't a pervert like the rest of the guys. Didn't
even stare or anything. In fact he plopped into the furo and ignored
us. Nabiki decided she didn't care to bathe with him, and you know
I'm not one to be shown up..."

Akane shook her head
solemnly. "If you want to believe that, fine by me. Ask Nabiki, she
doesn't lie. But if you want to waste your money just because you
don't believe me, go ahead. You're paying for my food."

The looked at her
skeptically. "How does he change then?" She asked sarcastically,
still unbelieving.

"Well..." Akane began
hesitantly, "It wouldn't be right to tell you. It's such a
simple trigger too. I'm pretty sure he doesn't want people to
know. He probably will find it embarrassing. Not to mention the guys
might take advantage of it." Akane begrudgingly admitted, "All
the guys would drop me for a girl as hot as he is as one. You can
only imagine how harassed he would be. And imagine the guys turning
him into one while he's in the showers?" Akane shivered. "It's
better if that stays under wraps."

The girls seemed to become
a little less skeptical in light of her seriousness. "Well...can we
come over tonight and see his girl side?"

Akane mulled it over.
"Sure, if he doesn't mind." Akane looked at the impromptu
podium where Ranma, Nabiki, and the apparent winner of the betting
were. "But I don't know how late he'll get home. It kinda
depends how late he's booked." Akane frowned. "I don't like
the fact she sells him either."

The girls raised an
eyebrow at Akane disapproval.

Some girl named Misato
with violet tinted black hair apparently had won. She was adopted
into a rich family and got a healthy allowance that even the students
with a job that they worked everyday after school and on weekends,
would be hard pressed to match. However, there were the girls who
were a little...odd that wore a lot of expensive jewelry and clothes
that lived in this area so couldn't be rich. People suspected they
might sell their bodies... Though the few asked said they worked at
a bar as a plain escort, luring men into getting drunk at an
expensive bar, which admittedly was done. They were somewhat
skeptical as there were bars where waitresses got a little too
friendly with the customers—putting their mouth or hands where they
shouldn't go so to speak – but you have to be of age for those
types of jobs legally. Intercourse was not legal, of course, but
everything else was here in Japan at a licensed business (condomless
being an expensive delicacy). Sex clubs and massage parlors like
"Soapland" are a few examples of legalized charging for foreplay
and fooling around.

Ranma trudged in
through the front gate, looking worse for wear. He barely made it
away from that crazy girl! She tried to – finding the phrase 'sleep
with' inadequate for her ferocity – rape him! He told her that he
couldn't, he wasn't allowed, but she pressed on anyway. He barely
made it away with his clothes on. To top it off she told him, "Don't
worry, I'll see you again," winking as he made his retreat. They
had a nice dinner admittedly made by her parents' servants. But
after that they watched a sappy movie, and she made the moves
on him. From what Ranma heard, it was usually the other way
around. She got frustrated at him not going further than feeling her
up a little, and she actually took off her shirt! Nabiki didn't
give him any instructions on that, so he hesitantly continued...until
she tried to strip him.

Ranma kicked off his shoes
warily. "I'm home!"

Ranma walked into the den
to find Nabiki with Akane and her friends much on some snacks Kasumi
made. Ranma tiredly and took a cup from the tray and poured tea from
the kettle. He munched on a few snacks as everyone looked at him
inquisitively.

Nabiki spoke first. "So,
did you get the count?"

Akane in her friends
looked confused before remembering Nabiki's charging system from
earlier. They all looked at him questioningly.

Ranma sighed warily.
"Um... 5 frenches...and...8 necking..."

Nabiki blinked. WOW.That many times...?

"T-That's a lot."
Nabiki understated. Her definition of necking consisted of heavy
groping, possibly till she cums. Then Nabiki continued, "And a lot
of money!"

Ranma sighed, "Well, I
don't want to be a burden on yall. I want to carry my own wait.
It's the honorable thing to do. Hopefully when my modeling career
gets going, I won't have to do this anymore."

The Akane's friends
absorbed this. He didn't sound like other guys would. Other guys
would love it. They guessed Akane was right...

"So, why so ...weary
Ranma?" Nabiki asked.

"She tried to rape me!"

Nabiki blinked, and then
giggled. "You didn't let her?"

"Hell no!"

Nabiki mused, "Ya know
Ranma, if it wasn't so wrong and illegal, I'd make a killing
pimping you out!"

Ranma looked at her in
absolute horror.

...Nabiki barely could
keep from busting a gut.

Yuka spoke, "So is it
true Akane...he isn't a horn dog pervert. You and Nabiki bathe with
him?"

Nabiki's eyes widened at
that. "You told them sis? I'm not too ... bothered by it,
he is my inazuke, but you...?"

Akane flushed. "It was
an accident. When I heard the question about his 'size' I
muttered my estimate and they heard me."

Yuka and Sayuri were
speechless. Yuka chimed, "You really did!? WOW."

Akane blushed more. Sayuri
inquired, "So he's really 8-9 inches?"

Nabiki smirked. "I
should charge you...but in all I can tell you it's somewhere
around there. I think we'll have to measure sometime."

"NA-BI-KI!" Ranma
protested. "Must you all talk about me like a piece of meat? I am
sitting right here ya know!"

The girls giggled. "Can't
help it Ranma, you bring out the pervert in girls," Nabiki said.

Ranma groaned and made a
show of rolling his eyes.

That just made them laugh
harder.

"Well," Akane began,
"They didn't believe it when I said you turn into a girl..."

"YOU TOLD THEM?!"

Akane looked away
ashamedly, "I didn't tell them the trigger if it makes you feel
any better... I know you wouldn't want everybody messing with your
curse...not that they'd tell anybody..." She eyed her friends
hard.

"Yep Ranma...won't
tell a soul..."

"I'm with her," Yuka
agreed.

Ranma sighed and left for
the kitchen. Shortly a short red-head with the same pigtail and
clothes as Ranma returned.

"I-Is that you Ranma?"
Yuka asked.

She nodded.

"So...let me ask you a
question to make sure..." Ranma nodded. "Where did Nabiki sit
during lunch?"

Ranma blushed. "In my
lap... where apparently every girl I'm rented out to will be..."

The girls giggled, Sayuri
chimed, "That's Ranma alright!"

"So...how's it like
being a girl?"

"What kinda question is
that? Well...I don't like it. I was born a man and raised to be a
man. I...hate the curse."

"What's wrong with
being a girl Ranma," Sayuri asked.

"Um...Pop's says
they're weak and stupid..."

All the girls, except
Nabiki who expected that, frowned.

Nabiki started working on
correcting that. "That's not true, Ranma. Are you weak now?"

"But I'm really a
guy."

"Ranma, you're fully a
girl in body right now, in every way. Well, Is Akane weak?"

"And am I dumb?" She
asked evenly. If he says yes, I'm going to fry him alive.

"No."

"So why would you think
that? Your pop is – for the lack of a better term – a dumbass. I
mean, do you think he is smart?"

"Hell no! That panda
dragged me to jusenkyo without knowing anything about it!"

"Then why believe
everything he says? One note of advice from a 'smart girl' Ranma:
Judge and think on things for yourself before making decisions."

Ranma visibly absorbed
this, and Nabiki felt approval for him actually considering deeply.
"I guess you're right. Not thinking for myself is what allowed
pop to screw with me so much like he has..."

"That's why I'm here
to teach you to be smarter than him," Nabiki said reassuringly, "He
probably purposely never taught you how to think so he could
manipulate you Ranma. That's why you shouldn't do anything before
talking to me, especially, if he asks or tries to make you do
something, K?"

Ranma slowly nodded.

"Good."

"So asking again: How is
it like being a girl Ranma," Nabiki restated the question to hear
his response, hopefully less biased this time.

"Well, as a fighter, I'm
faster and have a lower center of gravity. I have to walk a little
differently too. These breasts are kinda annoying to fight and move
along a lot with."

"Well, that's because
you don't wear a bra Ranma."

"A BRA!? I'm a guy,
I'd never wear a bra."

"Ranma...there is a
reason that girls wear them. They're not just for show."

"Oh. But still. I'm a
guy."

Everyone rolled their
eyes.

"I know I'm hot, but I
hate how guys always hit on me and gawk at me...thought I have to
admit it's easy to get extra food out of a vendor when you're a
girl." Ranma smirked, "And since I'm a guy, I know just how to
move and speak to charm some perv. I call it my 'Ubber Kawaii
Attack' technique. I should show you it sometime."

The girls giggle
hysterically at the last part. "Anything else?"

"Well...It feels so
...odd not having something and having others. I'm a lot more
sensitive in this body. Also... um...being...touched...that
way apparently feels better."

Nabiki looked at the
girls, making them meet eyes with her. "Answer that age old
question, huh? Won't you be glad to be a girl when you finally have
sex?"

The girls dumbly nodded.

Yuka asked another
question, "How far have you ever gone with someone?"

Nabiki smiled like someone
who knew something already and was laughing at the fact you didn't
know.

Ranma fidgeted. "You
can tell them Ranma." Nabiki told him.

"Um...Well as a guy,
I've touched a girls bare breasts..."

Nabiki's eyebrows
raised... "When was this?"

Ranma cringed at the sharp
words. "Um... tonight with Misato. You never said I couldn't
touch them without clothes when making out...I didn't know what to
do."

Nabiki took a deep breath.
It was already bad enough she'd allowed Ranma to neck with other
girls before she had...but...well at least she'd seen him nude
first. And kissed him first. And taught him how to kiss. Which made
her wonder what stuff he picked up today...

"Then again, I have my
own," Ranma smirked.

Akane, who was listening
surreptitiously, almost choked on her snack and was about to pound
the pervert, until she realized she was kidding. Then again it was
her body to do what he wanted with. She had to touch herself to
bathe.

Akane visibly calmed down.
Her friends looked at her curiously.

Yuka looked at her watch.
"Oh...it's late. Well have to spend the night."

Sayuri looked at her
oddly, wondering her purpose. Yuka returned a blank look that was
meant to fool a casual observer into believing that she had no clue
what her friend was inquiring., but let her friend know she had a
reason with the so purposely blank look.

Yuka stood and took
Sayuri's hand. "We have to call our parents...be right back..."

Yuka whispered to Sayuri
as the approached the phone in the kitchen. "When Akane and Ranma
go to shower...well pop in on them too. After all, we need to shower
too."

Sayuri looked at her
friend, scandalized. "But... how can we spend the night? What about
clean clothes for tomorrow?"

"Akane has a washer,
remember? We can borrow her Pj's and put back on the washed clothes
in the morning."

"But... I've never
let a guy see me naked before..."

Yuka mused on that. She
was right...it was kind of much but... Ranma apparently wouldn't
pull anything or gawk and make you very uncomfortable. "Well...Ranma
seems to be a gentleman..." She muttered, "Unless you pay Nabiki
for him to be less..."

They called their parents
for permission and returned to the den.

"So," Yuka asked,
"What'll we do now?"

Nabiki answered, "I'm
going to my room to figure today's profits.." She stood and
walked towards the hall. "Oh, and I expect you to stop by my room
before you go to sleep, Ranma." Nabiki exited stage left.

Akane rested her head on
her palm. She got an idea. "Oh, Ranma. Could we spar in the dojo so
you could help me improve?"

Ranma mused on that... "I
guess."

The girl's eyes widened
at that. Ranma was better than Akane!?

They shortly found
themselves in the dojo. Akane attacked furiously with Ranma dodging
flippantly. The girls gawked at Ranma's ease of dodging the
greatest of Nerima's Martial Artist – or rather former greatest.

"Ranma! Attack me!"

"But I don't hit
girls."

Akane frowned. "Why
not?"

"Because they're –"
Ranma trailed off as he felt Akane's aura flare.

"Nevermind."

"So are you going to hit
me so I can work on my counters and defense?"

Ranma mulled this over.
"Actually. I've got a great idea. Pop used to do this to me –
although alot rougher – but I guess I could train you that way."

Akane stood still in
battle stance. "Do what?"

"Well, correct your form
while sparing. Though he hit me pretty hard for screw ups..."

Ranma half-nodded as if to
reluctantly concede the point, "Yeah...but I've never been
comfortable with hitting girls – even if they aren't weak.
They're just to pretty to be beat up."

Akane didn't know
whether to be mad or flattered by his sweet statement. She settled
for, "Fine." And the attack commenced.

Ranma snaked her hands out
to correct her attacks adjusting the flow at first. Then he began
tapping her when she left openings, while continuing to correct her
attacks. Soon Ranma was hitting her around twice a second and Akane
began to get sloppy as she got irritated at her lack of ability to
lessen his blows. They didn't hurt, but it was getting annoying.

Ranma suddenly back
flipped to put some distance between them. "Stop." He said
firmly. "Getting angry and allowing it to make you sloppy is a bad
thing. Pop taught me that at a young age. Use your anger to make
you focus harder in your frustration, forcing yourself to work harder
to take it out on the opponent. Got it? If you get sloppy again, I
spank you or something."

Akane's friends boggled
at that statement.

Akane faltered in her
stance before firming. A part of her wanted to let him, but her pride
won out. She answered, "Well, it just seems that more attacks seem
to be getting through as I go on."

Ranma nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, that's because you leave yourself open when you attack
most of the time. You are a very aggressive fighter, and while a good
offense is a good defense on someone closer to your level, that's
not good for someone too much better than you. Especially if they're
faster."

Ranma paced in thought,
then stopped to face her. "Now, I want you to go on full defense.
I'm going to pick a pace until you can block, dodge, or deflect
most or all of my attacks at the speed and level, Then I'm going to
up it. When you manage to come close, or master my second volley of
attacks, we'll call it quits. K?"

Akane took a deep breath
and nodded. She shifted to a defensive stance, one reminiscent of
wood, ideal for her grounded school of Anything Goes.

Ranma eyed her before
apparently completely dropping her guard and walking over to her.
Akane looked at her blankly. "What are you doing?"

"Correcting your
stance."

Akane blinked as he
adjusted her legs and arms for a tighter defense. Ranma looked her
over before nodded. She backed up and took a stance across from
Akane.

"Ready?"

Akane nodded.

Ranma sprung into action
swinging her limbs quickly, yet visible to normal people. Akane
obviously was pressed to block but seemed to learn slowly. Ranma
moved precisely and methodical like a unstoppable machine.

Ranma stopped and Akane
took that time to catch her breath. Ranma only had a light sheen of
sweet on her forehead, and wasn't out of breath, thought she
breathed deeper. Ranma nodded approvingly.

"So you can learn. I
guess it's just that you haven't been trained or trained properly
in a while."

Akane nodded. "My dad
stopped training me a while ago." Akane lowered her eyes. "He
wasn't very enthusiastic about the art after mom died. I had to
drag him in here to train me." She looked up to see Ranma looked
at her sympathetically. Akane gave her a wan smile.

"Well. I'll get you
trained now. You can count on me."

Akane nodded and gave a
real smile at his earnest statement.

"Okay. Level two, then
we break for the night."

Akane nodded and got into
stance. This time Ranma didn't spring into motion he
exploded into motion. Akane was almost completely overwhelmed
until she got her bearings back, obviously not expecting such an
increase in speed and skill. This time Ranma was like a whirling
dervish, and Akane frantically dodging and deflecting. Some of it
was our of pure reflex. Ranma grudgingly started pulling her punches
a little less to encourage Akane to push herself harder. Pain was a
good teacher. Akane wouldn't bruise, but she'd be very sore if
she didn't keep up in a few moments.

As Ranma bobbed, swung,
and whirled he began giving her tips. "Don't think so much. That
is what kata's are for, to train the body to respond automatically.
Let it respond. You already are beginning to allow it a little in
your panic, but you need to calm down and just...respond. Trust
yourself. Your eyes and body will let you know."

Akane brows furrowed and
her breath seemed to stabilize a little bit more. If the spectators
were able to see it, Akane's aura just died down into a cool sharp
tone. Eventually the girls noticed that Akane seemed to be moving
more fluidly, naturally, than her hard looking form prior. Ranma
broke off with a huge grin as Akane eventually managed to deflect and
dodge Ranma's attacks, barely, but managing. Akane smirked
triumphantly, before falling to her knees, gasping.

Ranma patted her on the
back as he knelt beside her. "Wow. You had it in you the whole
time. You just lack experience fighting superior opponents, or even
ones on your level. You didn't get a chance to fight at a level and
speed where you needed to trust your training. You've gotten
depended on your superiority. Your speed and skill surpasses
everyone, so it you barely needed to press yourself ever. The result
is you've gotten so used to being able to hesitate and think out
your moves while you fight, that you don't know how to fight
without much thought, and don't have confidence in your natural
reactions and movements so it slows you down. "

Ranma rubbed her back
affectionately. "I think we've overcome some of that tonight.
Towards the end you became more fluid and less blocky as you let your
body takeover more control. Now you deserve a nice bath."

Yuka heard him speaking
and her ears perked at that last statement. She gave her reluctant
partner in crime a look. Sayuri fidgeted nervously. "But how do
we..." She whispered.

"We just up and walk in
after they are in. That way they can't object."

"But...he's a girl
right now."

Yuka frowned. "You're
right. Well, hopefully he will be a he. If not, no harm done right?"

Sayuri was still anxious.

Akane trudged towards the
bath slowly. Ranma walked behind her holding her by her shoulders as
she massaged them. She moaned appreciatively every now and then.

Right before they reached
the bath Akane realized the girls were following them.
"Um...well...me and Ranma are going to shower now...you can get
the futons out and I'll be up in a little while."

Akane went into the
changing room. Ranma stood hesitantly outside.

"Ran-ma!" Akane
protested, "Come on! You know how to massage right?"

"Uh...Yeah..."

"Then COME ON!" Akane
responded irately. "No big deal, S'not like we haven't bathed
together three times already, you prick."

"But..."

"I will mallet you in
your friggin' sleep if you don't come on here!"

Ranma grumbled as she
trudged in and shut the door behind them.

The girls watched the
scene with a mix between being amused and appalled at the familiarity
they displayed. Sayuri gulped. "We're really going to do this?"

Yuka nodded resolutely.
"Yeah, I'm going to wait for a little bit before we go in. Maybe
he'd changed into a guy by then?"

They waited until they
didn't hear any water running and stepped into the dressing room.
They dropped their clothes with the laundry, sure that Kasumi would
wash them by the time they needed to get dressed for school. Probably
when she got up early to cook, she'd start the washer.

Yuka held her breath as
she hesitantly cracked the door. She saw Akane sitting in front of
Ranma in the furo as he rubbed her back. Yuka pointed and moved for
Sayuri to see. Sayuri swallowed. You could almost hear heart pounding
in her chest in her anxiety.

Sayuri backed away,
obviously waiting for Yuka to take the lead. Yuka took a breath and
opened the door and stepped in. Sayuri tailed her. When Ranma and
Akane turned to see who came in they found Sayuri waving shyly from
behind Yuka, and Yuka smiling a little ashamedly.

"Um... Hi." Yuka said
lamely.

"Why are you bathing
now?" Ranma asked.

"Well...um...we figured
if Akane didn't mind...we didn't."

Ranma groaned and rolled
his eyes. "What is it with girls and me bathing recently?!"

Yuka couldn't help
herself as she giggled. "Don't tell me you don't like seeing
lots of nude girls? You are a guy aren't you?"

Yuka was actually
somewhat...insecure about her body, but was pretty sure most guys
would still want her...even if she wouldn't be their first pick.

"You're fine. You're
not ugly or anything..."

Wasn't quite the
compliment she was looking for...but she accepted it and sat to bath.
Sayuri blushed as she walked across to the stool, half covering
herself, and half trying not to.

She not-so-subtly tried to
peek at Ranma from her stool as she sat and bathed slowly. Ranma
noticed.

"Oh god! You want to see
me too? Just like Nabiki, huh? Fine, the faster I get this over with
the better." Ranma stood from the furo and did a slow turn pausing
facing them to let them finish with their damn curiosity. Akane
frowned at her friends being so perverted. She never would have
guessed. Then again –she glanced at Ranma in his glory – it is
tempting.

"Oh...WOW!" Yuka
gasped she raised her eyes to his face. "You're Japanese?"

Ranma nodded.

"Just...WOW. Japanese
guys tend to be...not very high on the scale from what I heard."

Akane raised an eyebrow.
It was mostly news to her. But she expected as much seeing how she
could never imagine something like that in her.

Sayuri was a shy
girl...Sayuri flushed from head to toe and a drop of blood fell
from her nose. "Oh, my."

Yuka walked closer, on her
knees until she was only an arms length away from him. "Can I touch
it?"

"What? WHAT! NO!"

She apparently didn't
hear, or wait for an answer as she took a grip of him. She felt him
stiffen in her hand. Ranma was somewhat stuck as his most sensitive
part of his body was in someone else's grip. Sudden movements, or
attempts of pulling out of that grip weren't advisable. Akane gaped
at her friends boldness. Scandalized, she shrieked, "Yuka!"

"Wow...it's so warm
and...firm." She stroked him a bit and he gasped. "It's kinda
smooth too...and the tip feels kinda different. It's got a lot of
friction, but it's not rough. It's kinda like odd cartilage, like
your ear."

Akane bit her lip as she
began to feel curious herself. But she wouldn't do it, no–no
she's not a pervert. Not at all.

Yuka looked at Akane while
still feeling Ranma. "You ever touch him?"

Akane's eyes boggled.
Touch him? There? Akane shook her head. Yuka smirked, which should
have tipped Akane off right away, but she was caught off guard as
Yuka tugged her arm with her unoccupied hand and placed her hand on
him, moving her hand to on top of Akane's.

Akane tried to jerk her
hand away, but Yuka held it there with a firm grip, before relaxing
it after Akane's initial reaction. Yuka guided Akane's hand to
feel all the areas that she did. Yuka cracked a joke, "Their balls
are more like olives!" She giggled.

Sayuri had turned when
Yuka had asked if she could touch it and was currently gawking at
her. "Sayuri, come over here."

Sayuri shook her head.

"Come over here," Yuka
said more firmly. Shaking, Sayuri approached before falling to her
knees beside her friend. She tentatively reached out, but stopped
short. Yuka grabbed her hand and put it to Ranma. Akane rubbed her
fingers together in as she reflected on how it had felt.

That was when Nabiki
walked in. The look on her face was priceless as she openly gawked at
what appeared to be a hands on study session of a mans anatomy. Not
just any man's either. Hers. Nabiki however, quickly shut
her jaw, and collected herself.

"Ahem." Everyone
looked towards her as she cleared her throat. Ranma, to her
satisfaction, blanched. "What's going here?"

Yuka hesitantly explained,
"Well...we came in here to see him...and he showed us..." Yuka
gripped Ranma for example, "...this to get it out of the way. I
kinda decided to touch him...and everyone else joined in."

Akane muttered, "Because
you made us..."

Nabiki raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I'm sorry to inform you ladies...but the only way I'd
allow you to get that friendly with Ranma, is if you planned on
playing with me too."

Sayuri, bless her heart,
passed out from overload at the imagery. Everyone gave her a passing
glance.

Nabiki smirked. "My poor
naive little sister."

Akane leaned back in the
tub to absorb this. But...it was so...wrong...at least that was
what she was always taught. Akane waged an internal war as she tried
to come to terms with it.

Nabiki rolled her eyes at
her sister. "So, unless you plan to have 'team play' then—"

Yuka interjected. "Okay."

"—I expect you to stop
groping my—WHAT?"

Yuka blushed. She repeated
more quietly this time, "I said okay. I'm curious."

Nabiki had to keep herself
from sputtering; it was unbecoming of someone with her reputation.
Nabiki settled for raising her eyes brows to her hairline and
verifying. "Seriously?"

Akane came out of her
stupor as she realized the direction of the conversation. "Yuka...you
don't mean...?"

Yuka looked at the floor.
"Ranma's very, very hot...and I'm curious about how it is with
a girl kinda too. I've heard alot of things about that. Nabiki's
not a bad choice for a trial run either..."

She glanced at Nabiki. She
saw Nabiki swallow. Obviously she didn't expect that answer.

Internally Nabiki started
off shocked at the unexpected answer. Then she decided that she was
probably kidding—she wasn't. Then she swallowed as she thought
about it, really thought about it. Then she frowned when she
remembered that she wanted her first time alone. Then her frown
deepened as she realized she was not someone to back down, and she,
for all her faults, was a woman who kept her word. And if she said
she would if it was 'team play'...then it was only right for her
to follow through. She let out a deep sigh. She went over to the
washing stool and bathed quietly reflective. Everyone's eyes, who
were awake, followed her.

After a few minutes of
silence, in which Nabiki planned and thought and Ranma sat back down,
she stood. "Okay Yuka, Ranma. Throw on your bath robes. Ranma, you
know where the downstairs guestroom is right?" Everyone else's
bedrooms are upstairs. Any little amount of noise we made, won't be
heard, and no one will look for us there.

Ranma looked thoughtful
before nodding. "Take Yuka there. I'm going to put 'do not
disturb' signs on our your door and mine as to deter people from
checking to see if we're there."

Ranma nodded.
"So...um...what did you mean by 'that friendly' and 'team
play', Nabiki?"

Everyone (awake) looked at
him in disbelief. "My poor, ignorant Ranma. That's what you're
about to find out. So take Yuka to the guest room."

"Cool, we're going to
play a game or something?"

It took a lot of effort to
keep from busting a gut with laughter as she responded amusedly, "In
a manner of speaking. I need you to get three futons ready, okay?"

Akane smacked her forehead
at Ranma's stupidity.

Nabiki left into the
dressing room with Yuka and Ranma following. After the donned
robes,. They split their separate ways.

Akane looked towards the
door in a mix of grim curiosity and appall. She frowned down at
Sayuri's unconscious body and got out the tub. She nudged Sayuri.

"Huh, What?" She
mumbled groggily as she sat up. "Where is everyone?"

"Um...planning to have
sex it seems to me." Akane said flatly.

Sayuri's eyes widened
before starting to drift close again. She was violently shook out of
her descent to darkness by her shoulders. "You're kidding me!"

"Nope..."

"But...what about us?"

Akane frowned. "I...don't
think I like girls that way." Akane paused. "And even if I did,
it's my sister."

"So you don't even
wanna peek or anything?"

"NO!" She shouted a
little to adamantly. She snorted, "Come on, lets go to bed."

They went up stairs to
find the aforementioned signs on the two of the doors of the
residents. Akane sighed. She was curious—and felt more than a
little bit left out—but it she couldn't join in regardless. Akane
found herself... desiring Ranma, but wasn't sure she wanted to go
THAT far. But Nabiki was her own woman and can do what she
wanted. But why is it she felt so jealous as she laid awake in her
bed, straining to hear any sounds they might have made?"

In the downstairs
guestroom... (Happosai's in the series)

"Okay what's the
game?"

Nabiki explained with
simple, playful innuendo.

"Um. Huh?"

Nabiki reiterated in
slightly more blunt terminology, without all the innuendo.

He never got the chance as
the two growled with frustration and pounced him.

A little bit later...

"Why'd you put that
flippin' piece of plastic looking stuff on me there?"

Nabiki explained and Ranma
blanched at the word 'pregnant.' Needless to say he didn't
protest much.

A little more time
passes...

"Nabiki?! What are you
going with that glass in here!? You're not going to..."

SPLASH

The recent lovers smiled
at each other as they strolled through the hallways just a little
after dawn with their sheets, before Kasumi awoke. Nabiki brought her
alarm clock down as to be able to sleep in with each other, and not
get busted by Kasumi. She didn't think it be right to go back to
their own clean beds all sweaty and fluid covered, when they could
just sleep in what was already sweaty and fluid covered.

They went into the
changing room and dumped their robes and sheets into the laundry. The
entered the bathroom together with lingering caress and kisses,
before entering the furo. They sighed as the warm water relaxed them.

"Wow." Yuka breathed
with quiet awe. "That was...great."

Nabiki held her fist as
she raised her arms overhead to stretch languidly. "That...was
better than I expected."

"Geez. I
mean...yesterday I was just getting my first kiss...and now..."

"You've went from no
contact with girls to full contact in two days, huh?"

Ranma shook his head, "Not
even quite that."

They leaned back and
soaked in companionable silence, each reflecting on the enjoyment
they had the previous night. That was when Kasumi walked in.

Nabiki blinked hard and
then groaned when she realized she didn't take into account that
Kasumi probably showered when she woke up...because she'd rarely
seen Kasumi bathe when she was awake.

"Ah crap." Nabiki
moaned.

"Oh my," Kasumi lamely
exclaimed. She stood there taking in the scene for a while.
"But...girls shouldn't bathe with boys past age 7..."

"Um..." Nabiki paused
to form a response, "We're perfectly comfortable with him
here...he doesn't bother us at all..."

"But...it's...so
improper."

"Kasumi...lighten
up."

"But..."

"Shhhhh. Just bathe if
you're gonna bathe so you can get started on breakfast. What's
more important right now? Lecturing me, or getting ready to make
breakfast?"

"...Breakfast..."
Kasumi reluctantly conceded.

"Okay then." Nabiki
ended conversation.

Kasumi constantly glanced
over at Ranma, checking to see if he was still looking at her. She
was relieved and disappointed that he wasn't looking at her with
any interest.

"Am I an old maid or
something?" Kasumi mutter as she thought aloud without realizing
it. "He's not even looking at me...and I think I'm better
looking than everyone in this house at the moment..."

Nabiki blinked, and then
smirked. It appeared there was more to Kasumi than she gave credit
for. Nabiki nudged Ranma and whispered, "Check her out, Ranma."

"Why should I? It's
not like I ain't seen it all before," Ranma whispered back.

Nabiki rolled her eyes.
"Just ­do it! And let her see you doing it a couple of
times."

"Okay, Okay."

Ranma started taking in
Kasumi's form slowly fanning up and down. Kasumi looked over her
shoulder and blushed when she caught him the first time. Her smile
became bigger as he was still looking at her the second time. She
subtly turned towards him slowly to give him a better view. She sat a
little taller, and stretched her legs out further.

"My, My, sister mine.
You're as guilty as the rest of us, it seems at the moment."

Kasumi blushed crimson,
"Well...It's nice to see if I'm still attractive. Sometimes I
fill like an old bitty here in this house."

Ranma's far and few
between bouts of sensitivity decided here was a time to show up.
"Kasumi, you aren't an old bitty. You're still attractive and,"
Ranma took a deep breath to emphasize his next word, "you have the
BEST food I have eaten in memory!"

Kasumi blushed to her
toes. "Thank you Ranma. That means alot to me."

Ranma smiled at her,
Kasumi demurely lowered her eyes, bashfully.

"Well, I'm gonna go
nap until breakfast..." Ranma stood, and three sets of eyes
followed his movement.

"Oh my!" Kasumi said
in the loudest voice she'd ever said that in. She began to fan
herself with her hand.

"That's what everyone
says, Kasumi," Nabiki chuckled.

Ranma blushed, then rolled
his eyes, leaving the room.

"Bye Kasumi! Wake me for
breakfast."

Yuka bowed. "Nice
bathing with you." She followed Nabiki out the door leaving Kasumi
by herself.

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